My lot (CPB) ran joint candidates with your lot (SP in the UK) in the Euro elections a couple of years back. It'd be a slight untruth to say that the whole political landscape executed a shrieking left turn as a result, but as they say, it's not the winning, etc etc (nb: they're wrong)

That's enough politics for one day. Another glass of North Korean antifreeze, then it's time for bed.

My lot (CPB) ran joint candidates with your lot (SP in the UK) in the Euro elections a couple of years back. It'd be a slight untruth to say that the whole political landscape executed a shrieking left turn as a result, but as they say, it's not the winning, etc etc (nb: they're wrong)

That's enough politics for one day. Another glass of North Korean antifreeze, then it's time for bed.

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Dear Comrade Longears,

Given my druthers, I'd still be running with the Sparts, but, alas, I live in New Hampshire and they closed down their Boston branch a decade or so ago. :(

Sherlock Holmes 2: A Game of Shadows. I kind of thought that this sucked hard. I don't know, me and a friend both fell asleep 20 minutes before the end, even after I gave a rousing "We've only got 20 minutes left to go!" speech. The other friend, who stayed awake, said we didn't miss anything.

I wanted to like it, I remember liking the first one (but now, that memory is suspect--was [bubble bubble bubble] involved?--but it blew chunks. And it easily could have been better. F.

It only sounds like mask-a-pony when spoken with an English accent. The American pronunciation of mascarpone (mask-ur-pohn) does not sound like that at all. Hence the comrade's puzzlement.

I got it though.

I see, I see. My task for tomorrow is to work out a variant of that "joke", then, involving disguising a pohn. Once I work out what a pohn is. Probably something rude. Or a German IT consultancy (thankyou, Google). Or both!

So, Election Day I started playing Rise of the Runelords with a bunch of fellow Paizonians at a comic book store. Actually, we'd previously played pregens in a prequel once before, but this was the official beginning of the AP with our own characters. Terry, obviously was mine.

It was cool but what I wanted to talk about was:

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So, there was a bunch of traffic getting up there so when we arrived there were two of the other players and a 16-18 (shiznit, he could've been 22, what do I know?) kid. I hadn't heard about a new player, but I introduced myself and his name was [redacted]. The DM arrives a little bit later and he sits down and doesn't say anything about the new guy, so [shrugs] let's play.

Now, the game probably has a median age of, I'd guess, 35. (Well, that's how old I am, so let's go with it.) And this kid was the usual mixture of socially awkward and precocious, with the mixture of insecurity and Napoleon Dynamite-ish "Why are you stupid, uh?!?"-ishness that goes along with that.

Anyway, I won't go through everything, but as we started playing there were a lot of little things about this kid that just didn't seem, to, I don't know, add up. A suspicion started to form in my head and he eventually went to go the bathroom, I leaned towards the DM and asked "Who the f+%# is this kid?" The DM blinked and said "I don't know who he is" and turned to one of the other players. "Didn't he come with you?" "I don't know who he is," turns to other player, etc.

Turns out, of course, that no one had any idea who he was, nor could any one remember him asking if he could play in our game!

After that, we were much meaner to him.

In other RotRL news,

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I performed cunnilingus on the promiscuous shopkeeper's daughter before being interrupted by her father. But I have Skill Focus (Bluff) and, after knocking over the candle and hiding Shaess (or whatever) in the shadows, I was able to convince the old man that I'd been hired to catch rats and that his daughter was across the street borrowing sugar! Score one for Terry Malloy!

So, Election Day I started playing Rise of the Runelords with a bunch of fellow Paizonians at a comic book store. Actually, we'd previously played pregens in a prequel once before, but this was the official beginning of the AP with our own characters. Terry, obviously was mine.

My Little Marscapones: Tiramisù Is Magic is but propaganda to lull us into a false sense of security before the alien blancmanges invade.

I'm not really sure what this post means (marscapone? blancmange? I do like tiramisu, though), but I've Never Seen That Sketch Before!!!

Hee hee!

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Earlier, someone made a bad mascarpone/pony pun, so I failed my Will save and riffed on it... I imagine my misspelling of it as "marscapone" didn't help matters. Mascarpone is the creamy cheese in tiramisu, which reminded me of blancmanges (a dessert similar to panna cotta), which of course led to Monty Python.

Blew the dust bunnies off the Carrion Crown game...and now I think I'm going to pull the plug on the campaign.

The Black Goblin was inspired by A Game of Thrones to start making mulled wine...can you see where this is going to lead? Yes, inebriation and lack of self-control.

We should have ended the night when he started screaming at poor Father Varnalium about how "No! You can't use a f!~~ing shield and a heavy crossbow! What the f+%* is wrong with you?!?" but it was so funny that, once again, we misread the signs for when to stop the game.

It ended, later, with Father Varnalium, who, btw, is an aspiring Buddhist monk, emptying his Long Trail all over the Black Goblin and his Core Rulebook after the BG yelled at him about spiritual weapon.

So, Election Day I started playing Rise of the Runelords with a bunch of fellow Paizonians at a comic book store. Actually, we'd previously played pregens in a prequel once before, but this was the official beginning of the AP with our own characters. Terry, obviously was mine.

It was cool but what I wanted to talk about was:

** spoiler omitted **

In other RotRL news, ** spoiler omitted **...

[Redacted] was definitely not 22! Other then that the description is spot on. And yes, we were kind of mean to him. This is totally unfounded but I keep wondering if he is asbergers or something else like that? Something that would make it hard for him to perceive social cues? I think we should talk about how to handle it, because if we let him play and resent him being there it will eat into everyones fun. I don't want to keep making passive aggressive digs at him that everyone at the table understands but him. I would much rather just tell him it's not an open group, it's a private game, we all know each other. "Sorry about the misunderstanding when you showed up we thought you had come with someone." I have no problem telling him that if you guys want, I'm pretty direct like that.

Or we could keep doing what we're doing. Let the legend of Midnite the Pink Wolf live on. We could see if the DM will give him a magic sword called Twink to go with his 20 strength and 7 in all mental stats.

Anyway it did make for a funny story. The best part was when the DM made him switch to point buy when no one believed he rolled those stats, and he came back with a higher strength then before.

He has a 20 Strength now? Sheesh, my fighter is going to be worthless. Guess I'll have to play up the comic relief.

Also, in the grand scheme of things, I don't think we were any meaner than the circumstances warranted. He was a little annoying. Running into combat, shouting over his shoulder "I only have 3 hp--heal me!"

So, I load the trucks that deliver to the [redacted] Mall. It kind of sucks, 'coz it's 40-lb. boxes of shoes and bags all day long (what the f&+$ do people need all these bags for?!?), but on the other hand I don't mind heavy lifting and it turns out, from management's perspective, it's a good fit for me because a) it keeps me too busy to go wandering around and seeing all the contractual violations they're engaging in on a daily basis; and b) it's all one address, so there's less likelihood that I'll put a box on the wrong truck, which I tend to do, because I don't give a f*@#.

I have been doing it every day for over a year now, and what I have been dreaming of, waiting on, praying for, is being moved to Sugar Candy Mountain. (Not really called that.)

As can be imagined, the [redacted] Mall's deliveries get quite heavy during Baby Jesustime. So heavy, in fact, they clog up the delicate arteries of the conveyor belts that move all of the packages. Our building, praise Baby Jesus, was state of the art...in 1988. Which means that it will be one of the last to be retrofitted with 2012's state of the artdom, which is, basically, robots and trained monkeys. So, in the meantime, usual Xmastime practice is to reroute the flow of packages and put the Mall deliveries in an 18-wheeler trailer over at Sugar Candy Mountain.

And Sugar Candy Mountain is great! There aren't any bosses around and I can do whatever I want! I can go the bathroom 15 times a day, I can totally shut off the belt whenever I want, I can build walls in the back and hide and read science fiction novels, I can go have a cigarette every hour, shiznit, I can even smoke cigarettes in the trailer! It's paradise with boxes!

But, alas, this year the Mall is under new management, and I guess they're being dicks to the drivers and making up all kinds of new rules and one of them is: no trailers in the parking lot!

Also, I am half-Italian and part Scottish. I am tempted to book a flight and take up your beautician's offer.

It did help. Thankyou.

Also, I now know to avoid Candy Mountain Cave at all costs. Quite a productive evening, even if I have been at work since 8.30am and only just got home. Now it's time for a glass of whisky and a piece of cheese.

How effective the waxing will be depends on precisely which part is Scottish, though.

while Max alings with elder abominations to cook root vegetables Scott has to work hungry, meanwhile in Scandinavia Jasper entertains freelancers and the Finnish are naked (propably in the Sauna). Holger chases Kobolds through....... no wait! that's Aberzombies soap opera